Well, something is definitely happening out there. It’s either Guy Fawkes, all out war, or the locals have found yet another reason to blast our ear drums into supplication with the insufferable bangs and phweeps of the fireworks.

Yeesh. Mind you, these guys don’t need an excuse to let off fireworks. They will do it just because it’s Friday night.

3 hours and 20 minutes until all hell breaks loose. Joy. I just love New Years. At the grand old age of 29, I’m a fuddy duddy who doesn’t give a fuck about celebrating things anymore. About the only things that are worth while are the kids birthdays and christmas, and that only because I love watching my kids opening their presents.

It’s also 2 and a bit months until my birthday. Why do I feel like that with the grand old three-zero approaching, it’s going to be a life changing event that I will never recover from? Fuck, and I will probably get phone calls from people I don’t want to hear from. I must change my damn phone number.

Do people expect that if I don’t phone you, ever, and I make no attempt whatsoever to contact you, and I avoid speaking to you when you do manage to get through, that I will be happy or something if you speak to me?

I just want to be left alone. I have my reasons, and as irrational as they may be to people, they’re my reasons, and I don’t have to (and I won’t) explain myself to anyone.

I am very happily married, and I love my children very much, and through my wife I have an extended family that has been there for me when I needed them, and they are still there for me if I need them. Because of that, and how I have become a part of their family, I don’t need, nor want, anything else.

I have memories that I hate very much, and I want to forget them. As long as I am with my family, they don’t haunt me as much as when I pick up the phone and hear someone I don’t want to hear.